author: Lucinda
Series: Something in Red. story # 7
rating: pg
disclaimer: I own nobody from Marvel.
distribution: Luba can have it. Anyone else ask first.
They'd had a bit of awkwardness after the whole incident with
Mastermind. Madelyne had wondered how much of Scott's feelings were for
her, and how much for Jean. He'd apologized for asking her if she was Jean,
and Maddie had forgiven him, but that didn't settle her doubts. Scott had
done his best to reassure her, to sooth her concerns and show just how much
he did care. He did little things for her, bringing her small gifts,
rubbing her shoulders and the back of her neck after a day of flying, even
cooking dinner on occasion. It was sweet.
Her fears were quiet now, and she no longer found herself laying awake
at night wondering exactly who Scott saw when he looked at her. Instead,
she found herself trying to picture them in five years, or ten, or even when
he was his father's age. Would they still be together? Would they have
children? These thoughts were so much nicer than the others.
Scott woke her up in the morning by bringing her a tray of breakfast,
all her favorites, along with a stunning deep red rose in a crystal vase.
The whole thing was so sweet that she could barely believe that she was
awake and not dreaming. There was also a small blue velvet box on the
corner of the tray. "Good morning Maddie. I brought you breakfast."
Picking up the box, he waited while she ate, and he kept fidgeting
slightly, as if he were nervous about something. Finally, when she had
finished her food, she place the tray off to the side, and looked at him,
waiting for him to explain why he was so unsettled.
Opening the box and turning it to face her, he caught her left hand
gently, and spoke words that made her whole being delight in happiness.
"Maddie, I love you. Will you marry me?"
She gave a delighted shriek, and flung herself against him, catching
him in a delighted embrace. Tears of joy were sparkling in her eyes, and
she showered his face with little kisses, pausing just long enough to
whisper 'yes' between each one.
It was a while before they could actually talk about planning the
wedding. That turned out to be something far simpler than most couples
would run into. Because she couldn't remember her past, she didn't have a
particular place where she had to get married, or a long list of people that
simply had to be invited. It was quickly decided that a small wedding held
here in Westchester, right outside of the Professor's mansion would be
perfectly fine with them both. They had a brief discussion about the date,
and in fairly short order, the time and place were settled.
They announced it to everyone over lunch. The various men offered
congratulations, and offered a few its of advice, regardless of whether it
had been asked for. The women reacted with shrieks of delight, and a flurry
of questions ranging from Storm asking exactly how Maddie would like the
weather to be for her wedding to questions over flowers, colors,
bridesmaids... The discussion went on, and it was soon apparent that Maddie
would have all the help she could ask for in planning to make certain her
wedding was the perfect day. She looked delighted, having found friends among the X-Men.
Allison and Betsy had volunteered to go with Madelyne to help her
find the perfect wedding gown. Considering their backgrounds, Alison as a
professional musician and Betsy as a British lady and former super model,
Maddie had been only to happy to accept. She intended to spend the rest of
her life with Scott, to try her best at happily ever after with her Prince
Charming. She couldn't imagine things being better than they were right now.
The three of them went through dozens of shops, searching for the
perfect dress. It had to be flattering and intriguing without going to far.
She wasn't quite certain what she wanted, but she could quite easily tell
when she didn't see it. In the end, they finally found the perfect gown.
It was white, and while it had no sleeves, the skirt fell in a loose
cascade of white silk to the floor, even with the two inch heels that she
had settled on. There were long white gloves with an edging of lace that
were a perfect match for the lace on her gown. The gown looked wonderful on
her, and they agreed that not only was it perfect, it would knock Scott's
socks off when he saw it.
Finally, the day of the wedding arrived. Madelyne had been waiting
nervously, unreasonably afraid that something would happen. She had feared
that Scott would leave her, that she would have a forgotten boyfriend or
lover or husband show up to end her newfound happiness. Betsy and Allison
both tried to reassure her that it was ridiculous to think that something
like that would happen, that someone would appear just to spoil her happy
day. Ororo assured her that Scott would not be leaving her right before
their wedding.
Then it was finally time, and everything was a joyful blur. She was
in Scott's arms, in front of everyone, and they were kissing, and a voice
announced them as Mr. and Mrs. Scott Summers. Everyone was happy, and
wishing them well. There was wonderful food and they danced and had a
wonderful time at the reception party.
After all of that, the time finally came for them to leave for their
honeymoon. Warren and Betsy had arranged it, and they had kept the details
a secret. It wasn't until they were on the plane that they learned where
they would be for their romantic getaway. They were going to be spending
three weeks on a small tropical island that Warren owned. No crisis, no
super heroics, no interruptions, just the two of them alone together.
end Vows.
Series: Something in Red. story # 7
rating: pg
disclaimer: I own nobody from Marvel.
distribution: Luba can have it. Anyone else ask first.
They'd had a bit of awkwardness after the whole incident with
Mastermind. Madelyne had wondered how much of Scott's feelings were for
her, and how much for Jean. He'd apologized for asking her if she was Jean,
and Maddie had forgiven him, but that didn't settle her doubts. Scott had
done his best to reassure her, to sooth her concerns and show just how much
he did care. He did little things for her, bringing her small gifts,
rubbing her shoulders and the back of her neck after a day of flying, even
cooking dinner on occasion. It was sweet.
Her fears were quiet now, and she no longer found herself laying awake
at night wondering exactly who Scott saw when he looked at her. Instead,
she found herself trying to picture them in five years, or ten, or even when
he was his father's age. Would they still be together? Would they have
children? These thoughts were so much nicer than the others.
Scott woke her up in the morning by bringing her a tray of breakfast,
all her favorites, along with a stunning deep red rose in a crystal vase.
The whole thing was so sweet that she could barely believe that she was
awake and not dreaming. There was also a small blue velvet box on the
corner of the tray. "Good morning Maddie. I brought you breakfast."
Picking up the box, he waited while she ate, and he kept fidgeting
slightly, as if he were nervous about something. Finally, when she had
finished her food, she place the tray off to the side, and looked at him,
waiting for him to explain why he was so unsettled.
Opening the box and turning it to face her, he caught her left hand
gently, and spoke words that made her whole being delight in happiness.
"Maddie, I love you. Will you marry me?"
She gave a delighted shriek, and flung herself against him, catching
him in a delighted embrace. Tears of joy were sparkling in her eyes, and
she showered his face with little kisses, pausing just long enough to
whisper 'yes' between each one.
It was a while before they could actually talk about planning the
wedding. That turned out to be something far simpler than most couples
would run into. Because she couldn't remember her past, she didn't have a
particular place where she had to get married, or a long list of people that
simply had to be invited. It was quickly decided that a small wedding held
here in Westchester, right outside of the Professor's mansion would be
perfectly fine with them both. They had a brief discussion about the date,
and in fairly short order, the time and place were settled.
They announced it to everyone over lunch. The various men offered
congratulations, and offered a few its of advice, regardless of whether it
had been asked for. The women reacted with shrieks of delight, and a flurry
of questions ranging from Storm asking exactly how Maddie would like the
weather to be for her wedding to questions over flowers, colors,
bridesmaids... The discussion went on, and it was soon apparent that Maddie
would have all the help she could ask for in planning to make certain her
wedding was the perfect day. She looked delighted, having found friends among the X-Men.
Allison and Betsy had volunteered to go with Madelyne to help her
find the perfect wedding gown. Considering their backgrounds, Alison as a
professional musician and Betsy as a British lady and former super model,
Maddie had been only to happy to accept. She intended to spend the rest of
her life with Scott, to try her best at happily ever after with her Prince
Charming. She couldn't imagine things being better than they were right now.
The three of them went through dozens of shops, searching for the
perfect dress. It had to be flattering and intriguing without going to far.
She wasn't quite certain what she wanted, but she could quite easily tell
when she didn't see it. In the end, they finally found the perfect gown.
It was white, and while it had no sleeves, the skirt fell in a loose
cascade of white silk to the floor, even with the two inch heels that she
had settled on. There were long white gloves with an edging of lace that
were a perfect match for the lace on her gown. The gown looked wonderful on
her, and they agreed that not only was it perfect, it would knock Scott's
socks off when he saw it.
Finally, the day of the wedding arrived. Madelyne had been waiting
nervously, unreasonably afraid that something would happen. She had feared
that Scott would leave her, that she would have a forgotten boyfriend or
lover or husband show up to end her newfound happiness. Betsy and Allison
both tried to reassure her that it was ridiculous to think that something
like that would happen, that someone would appear just to spoil her happy
day. Ororo assured her that Scott would not be leaving her right before
their wedding.
Then it was finally time, and everything was a joyful blur. She was
in Scott's arms, in front of everyone, and they were kissing, and a voice
announced them as Mr. and Mrs. Scott Summers. Everyone was happy, and
wishing them well. There was wonderful food and they danced and had a
wonderful time at the reception party.
After all of that, the time finally came for them to leave for their
honeymoon. Warren and Betsy had arranged it, and they had kept the details
a secret. It wasn't until they were on the plane that they learned where
they would be for their romantic getaway. They were going to be spending
three weeks on a small tropical island that Warren owned. No crisis, no
super heroics, no interruptions, just the two of them alone together.
end Vows.